The Asian and American tug of war
What I craved when I came to Taiwan wasn’t a transformative alteration of my cultural identity. What I sought was to locate a missing half of me without losing the other.
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DVDs and Defamiliarization
Cutting Room Floor
At every painstaking step in the DVD watching process, I am reminded that I am watching a film, just like Shklovsky would have intended.
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Publishing as palimpsest
These weekly written confessions gave me the opportunity to complete the task set by the liminal space: to deep dive into my internal archive and attempt to make sense of it all.
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Time of the season
Living in liminality
As the space outside my apartment turns to darkness, it’s as if my own reality turns Burton-esque, with my cheeks going hollow and skin growing ghastly.
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Me and my old men
Living in liminality
It’s easier to find comfort in the stories of elderly people who isolate themselves far from their own reality, who talk to cats and hole themselves up to write their next epic novel.
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To all the boy bands I’ve loved before
I was a few years late to the boy band scene, but I had finally arrived.
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It’s, like, an ode to the Valley girl
Cutting Room Floor
Before I went to high school, I didn’t register the Valley’s role in our upbringing — I hadn’t realized we’re, like, literally Valley girls.
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Growing Pains
Living in liminality
I myself never experienced growing pains as seen on screen, and not just because I’ve stayed the same height since the eighth grade.
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Stitched
Living in liminality
In the most cliche of ways, I stumbled upon my mum’s film camera in the corner of a closet, tucked among files of old bank statements and dust-covered boxes of memoirs.
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Wistful windows
Living in liminality
To yearn allows oneself the time to slow down, to sit in silence and consider, even wallow, in the weight of our emotions.
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